She's standing at the door and getting one thing clear   I throw the book down and march right into their eyes   I'm reduced to almost nothing now   Still, I've apologized   Look out   The sky is knitting   Filling   Creeping in   I don't think it's going to just pass us by   She stands at the door and gets her one thing clear   I'm not my mother nor my aunt   So it's exactly what I mean you little fool if I say I can't   She's shouting down   Over the lawn   And like an army under the door   Slow advancing   How will she sleep tonight with all that commotion going on?   Something's beginning to fall   It's all quiet now   There are bigger disasters   And then they're gone   Into ground and gutters   And out to sea   Swept along with the dirt and leaves   And back up   Back up into thin air